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Sweet Strains 
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Christmas Tide. 



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Copyright 1888. 

Hard & Parsons, 

New York. 



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ROM joyous waters murmuring 

Along their stony bed, 
Where mossy rocks o'er-towerin. 

Lift high their crested head ; 
Comes singing, ringing ever, 

The sweetest melody, 
Warm on the chill air breathing, 

And will not stilled be. 



'HE Christmas-tide is flinging- 

Its glad chimes far and near, 
A thousand frost bells ringing 

Repeat the echoes clear ; 
But underneath the swelling, 

The joy resounding notes; 
In clear recurrence welling, 

My song of summer floats. 



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FAIN would sing of winter, 

And the glories of the time, 
To speed the merry greeting 

In a mirthful* swinging rhyme; 
But through the joy up-springing, 

In undulation strong, 
Tho' clear the over-ringing, 

I list my summer song. 






Y song of summer gladness, 

That will not die away, 
Of singing waters, singing 

Their own sweet Christmas lay ; 
And my heart abandoned to them, 

Goes onward, singing free, 
Above the snowflakes telling 

Its still green love for thee. 

Annie C. McQueen. 



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